The Irish standard., 1887-02-26
SHAMROCKS FROM ERIN. !.
rrHH IRISH EMlGRANT's MOTHER.
BY D. Z. MCCARTHY.

husband of thy daughter
Oh! come with us. aud come VIII 'neln' eho
sister and the brother,
VINO, prattling, climb thine aged knees, ana
call tav daughrcr-mother.
+sDn. core and leave this land OF hcash-1hls
isle Of ,esolation-
This speck upon the sun-br'ght race Oh "oo .
snb:ime creation,
Since now Ger all o,r fatal stars the most ma-
Ign hatE risen-
Tu.n Labor seeks the PoOrhouse: ahd AtlIo-
ccuuc the Prison.
"'trjs true DER all the sun-oroWn hclus the
nus.y wheat is bending ..
rris 1ulo Gods blessed hand III last q better
time is sending
,1,is ,,,e the islands aged face looks happier
end Younger,
gr,ln The t,.st CT days we've 1<no"n the sick
ness and the hunger.
<swnen heaith breathed out in every breeze,
too oft we've known the fever
Toe Oft, my mother, have VIC felt the nand OF
t':c bereaver;
Toe, we'll remember many time the mournful
task that brought him,
When freshness famed the summer air. and
cooled the glow Of uE tl,mn.
<.E,lt then the trial, though severe, still testi-
lied our patience,
We bowed with mingled nope ahd 1eaT 10
Gods wise dispcnsations;
We ftt the gloomiest time was both,a promise
and u warning,
lust rs the darkest hour Of night is herald OF
the morning.
*'But now through all the black ezcpanse no
hopeful morning hrcnkerh-
40 bird Of promise i'll our hearts, the gladstone
song awaketh;
NJ, ts,-off glcaus Of good light up the hills Of
expectation
Nouyht but the gloom that might precede the
worlds annlhiiation.
$50 mother, turn thine aged feet, and let our
children lead 'em
Down to the ship that wafts us SOON to plenty
and to freedom;
Forgetting nought Of all the past. vet all the
past forgiv1ng;
Come, let US leave the dying land, and fly unto
the living.
''They tell us. t.ey who read and think of Ire
lands ancient story,
How once It's Emerald Flag flung out SUN
bursts flecting glory;
Oh! If that s,in will pierce no more the dark
clouds thai ettac" it,
ely where tue rising Stars Of Heaven COM
mingle to replace IT,
$50 como, my mother, come away, across the
sea-green water;
Oh! come with us, and come with him, the
husband thy daughter;
ON come With us, aud coue with them, the
sister aud the brother,
Who prattling, climb thine aged knees, ana
cali thy daushtar--mother."
".Ah! go, MY Chi dren, go away~-obey this in
spiration;
Go with the mantn. hopes of health and
youthful expectation;
Go clear thc forests, chsub the hills, and
plough the expecsant prairies;
30, in the sacred narr,e Of God, and the Blessed
Virgin Macy's. --
''Bue though feel how sharp the peng from
thee and thine to sever,
To look upon these darling ones ones the last
time and forever;
Yet in this sad and dark old land, by desola-
ton hunted,
Nv heart has struck it's roots too deep ever to
be transpanted.
'A thousand hhres still have life, al though che
trunk is dyinR-
They twine around the yet green grave where
thy fathers bones nre lying;
At! from that sad and sweet embrace no soil
on earth can Loose EN-,
Though gol'an harvests gleam on its breast
and go,tiey; sands i'll its bosom.
xuy,a
ivy blossoms smother
The crumbiiyg lines that trace thy names, my
father art' my mother;
Gods blessing DC upon their souls--GOd grant,
my old heart praveth,
Their names be written in the Book whose
writing ue'er decayeth.
-'Alas! my prayers would never warm within |
thcsc. great cold buildings,
Those grand cathedral churches, with their
marbles and their gildings;
Far filter than the proudest dome that would !
hang insplendor DER me,
Is the Simple chapel's white.washed wall where !
n,y people knet before me.
<'No doubt it is a glorious land to which you
now are going,
like that which God bestowed of old, with milk !
un;i honey flowing;
But where are the blessed saints Of God, whose |
lives of his law remind me- L
Like Patrick, Brigid, aud Columbkille, in the |
land ia leave behind me?
$50 leave me here, my children, with my old |
ways and old notions
Leave me here in peace, with my memories
and devoton5;
Leave me in sight of your fathers grave, ana
as the heavens allied US,
Let not. since we were joined In life, even the
grave divide us.
tsTnere's not week but can hear how you
prosper better and better,
For the mighty hreshlps DER the sea will
bring the expected letter
And il need aught for my simple wants. my
food or my winter firing,
Tnou'lt gladly spare from thy growing store 8
little for my requiring.
:" Remember with plying love the hapless
land that bore you;
A every festal season be its gentle form be-
fore you
When the Christmas candle is lighted, and